Page 45 of Wicked Witch

I don’t know why this place has so many booths and tables. I doubt it’s even been at full capacity once.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I groan. I was hoping to at least eat something before people began bugging me again.

“Okay,Don, that’s it. I’ll email all the documents over to you, and have my secretary set up a meeting for us to video chat.”

“Video? You won’t be at the office? I am paying you good money to represent me!”

Biting my tongue, I explain when I will be back in Texas, then end the call. Tossing my phone onto the bed, I raise my arms into the air and stretch.

My neck is killing me, and I could use a hot tub again. Standing, I open up the curtain and laugh when I see it’s dark.

I worked all day, and everyone should be back soon. I wonder how it went today.

I still don’t understand magic and witches and shit, but my brother is in love with Wynter, and I don’t see that changing.

Hell, I can see the appeal. She’s always been gorgeous and back in college she was the sweet girl next door.

Lights shine down the road before pulling into the parking lot.

Looks like they are back. Wynter climbs out of my truck first. Rus is there in a blink to take her hand, and he kisses her knuckles.

She says something to him, and he tosses his head back laughing. Sin climbs out next, shaking his head.

They all have smiles on their faces and for the first time in a long time, I feel left out.

The guys walk across the street to the diner, but Wynter comes to my door. She waves at me, and I drop the curtain.

Shit. I didn’t mean to act like some peeping Tom.

Opening the door, I step back so she can enter the room.

“Hey,” she says with a smile. “How was your day?”

I shrug and move toward the bed, fixing the pillows and moving my laptop off the mattress, so she has a place to sit.

“Busy, but I got a lot done. How did renovating go?”

Closing the door behind her, she slips off her shoes and unzips her hoodie, taking it off and placing it over a chair by the kitchenette.

Wearing just a pair of leggings and a cropped band shirt, she’s never looked hotter.

Her curves alone could make a saint drool.

“Honestly it was crazy. Rus had his family help us, and a lot of secrets were revealed… which is why I’m here.”

“Well that sounds ominous,” I say, waving my hand at the spot on the bed. Sitting she groans, then fluffs up some pillows and makes herself comfortable.

“I have a lot going on, Astor, and I know you have an insanely busy job back in Texas. One you worked your ass off in college for, but according to my future you’re here with me in Spells Hollow…”

Grunting she places her head in her hands and groans.

“Rus is a Fae, I’m a witch and I’m going to be having a baby in about seven months. I need to break my family’s curse before my baby comes. Will you help me?”

Looking up at me, I can see the stress in her eyes and how tired she seems.

I don’t know what possesses me to say yes, but I do. As soon as the words leave my lips she sits a little taller and releases a big breath.

I know I have a million things on my plate, and I’d rather eat nails then live in Spells Hollow, but there’s just something that feels right about staying and helping her.

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